Wednesday, 12 October 2011

ipso fatso

Induction week for my shiny new grown-up job was largely a test of endurance in the face of relentless PowerPoint, interspersed with the occasional site tour. These site tours largely involved being led from one large and impressive building to another equally large and impressive building by one of the previous years recruits; and on arrival at each building some other chap would attempt to explain what the heck was going on there. So we were not in the slightest bit perplexed when some fellow outside a particularly large and really very impressive building indicated that we should gather around and pay attention. Levels of perplexedness peaked sharply as soon as words started coming out of his mouth.

He: Can you see me?
We: er... yeah.
He: Do you believe I can travel through time?
We: um... what?
He: Have you heard of CERN? They made a particle travel faster than the speed of light this week. So now time travel is possible.
We: er...
He: Here, take this. (the guy hands a Chinese newspaper and a used cinema ticket to the person standing nearest to him). Read this; high tide is at three. I'll come for you then... which point our actual guide proclaimed that we didn't really have time for all this, and led us on to the next large and impressive building.

That was a few weeks ago; since then things have settled down and become somewhat slightly more normal. It's not awful.


Mouses are generally noted for their talents in three distinct fields.
  1. Eatin'.
  2. Poopin'.
  3. Gettin' cancer.
My mouses, having spent the last year excelling at the first two, recently decided to have a crack at the third. Tetsuo has a pretty lumpy ginger armpit; but Kaneda is very nearly more tumour than mouse, so she wins.

Sort of.

1 comment:

Pixie said...

Lovin your work there, electro funk goblin.

Also... poor poor mices... :(